Since my last missive I’ve been traipsing around Africa - in Tanzania in the bush and up Kilimanjaro, and then back to Kosi Bay and Mozambique and finally made it down to Cape Town. Actually, been back in Joburg for a little bit now, but in the midst of getting back settled, have put off the all-important catch-up email and now have put it off so long that I’ve been to Mexico with the family as well, so figured I’d send the Kili catch up first.
Went up to Tanzania at the end of October to finally climb Kili. Sort of a last minute decision as friends of mine had already booked the trip and I joined up about a week before they left. Had to fly into Tanzania early because my visa was running out and I need to leave the country before it did, so I hopped on a plane early and arrived with a week to explore before the rest of the gang arrived. Typical African flight, we had a little puddle jumper that landed in Dar e Salam and Zanzibar before finally landing in Kilimanjaro airport at about 9pm. It was a bit of a surreal drive along the dark road to Arusha – lots of people walking, cows, etc. in the pitch dark - with my driver in the Landy (I think the Land Rover was more for effect than necessity). Got to the Arusha Hotel, which was very posh (in fact too posh for me, but crashed there for the night anyway since didn’t know where else to head in the middle of the night!). Awoke to the slow city of Arusha – where UN workers at the Rwanda Tribunal, locals, tour guides, and ‘fly catchers’ trying to rope in tourists for climbs of Kili and Mt. Meru and safaris, all mill about on the dusty streets. It’s a very “African” city, not like any city in South Africa. I meandered around on the first day and popped up at the office of the agents that had arranged our tour to Kili. Äke, a cool Kenyan-born guy, was great and since I couldn’t afford the full tour of the Masi Mara and Serengeti (another tine), I arranged to go to a remote bush camp on the border of Kenya in the shadow of Kilimanjaro on the other side the next day. For the rest of the day I set on a mission to find a little more reasonable accommodation and see the sights. It was so nice to be able to walk the streets without much fear of being mugged or attacked – one of the serious downsides to living in Joberg is that you can never walk around. So I meandered and snacked at a café in town that Äke had recommended – very cool, attached to an old German fort, and having the best Belgium fries with homemade mayo ever! Knowing my previous disposition for getting in trouble while traveling alone, I was trying to be careful about ending up in a sticky situation, but was pretty uneventful as I found a backpackers down the road with a cute little Tika Tika art shop and moved from luxury to roughing it.
Got picked up bright and early by my driver, Joseph, and we set off around the mountain in a Landy. Roads aren’t the strong point of Tanzania normally, but considering how far into the bush we were going, the 5 hour drive wasn’t bad. Hemingway Camp was just like the days of Hemingway himself – no running water or reliable power (although some solar power), still lighting the paths with kerosene lanterns. On the border of Kenya and Tanzania, where the Ambroseli Game Park on the Kenyan side is. The border was ‘marked’ with little concrete pilings – one minute in Kenya, one minute you’re in Tanzania. It was the dry season, so the plethora of animals had yet to appear, but you could tell that the rains were coming. The earth was so parched it was actually crazed with cracks. I had my daily lessons in tracking as we wandered through the scrub before breakfast every morning after getting up and climbing up the hill behind camp to see the sun rise. With no mountains to obscure it, the sun rises like a crack over the immense landscape and it’s a sight to behold. We even saw a kill one morning from on top – a flury of dust and then it was over. Overall, it was an amazing week, although I was the ONLY guest out there, so with 10 staff of local dudes to entertain the whole time, I think a week was enough (I could only say, “so…how cool were those elephants today?” so many times.) Got a marriage proposal from the camp manager, who was looking for a “nice white girl” to marry. I think he’s been out in the bush too long. My typical day consisted of getting up to climb and see the sunrise, game walk with the elis, giraffe, wildebeest, sprinkbok, gray’s and zebra, breakfast, game drive with Joseph and my Masai guide, back for lunch, nap/read til 4pm, another game drive, sundowners and then dinner by the fire and to bed early.
In addition to tons of elephants and giraffe, also visited a Masai kraal or village. The Masai still live nomadically, tending their cattle. Actually, they believe that all the cattle in the world belong to the Masai and are theirs for the taking. They survive drinking their milk and their blood, which they get from a cut to the jugular vein. They are a beautiful people, the kraal we went to had two families. Two old men and all their wives. Flies were everywhere and I couldn’t help but have the Western abhorance of them all over me once we stepped through the briars serving as the perimeter. It was a little awkward since I was the only tourist there, but my Masai guide served as interpreter as we chatted with one of the wives. 32 years old (she thinks, but isn’t sure), 6 kids. We sat in her tiny little hut, which was dark and smoky. The Masai don’t like drafts. All the women of the kraal set up a little market for me (ok, so it was a blanket on the dung), and I felt bad that I couldn’t buy more of the stunning beadwork, but also didn’t feel the need for a huge warrior's necklace. I left with a few bracelets and lots of pictures.
At the end of the week I’d discovered that Joseph was an avid birder, so had him excited by writing down the myriad of birds we saw (to accommodate my memory deficiency) and pointing them out left and right. This served to occupy us for the hours back to Arusha through the rain – past the lorry trying to make it up the hill with whole town trying to stop the truck from sliding in the mud down the road, past the little towns of shacks with markets, and the locals leading their laden donkeys and reticent goats.
Back in Arusha, Garron came in on the late flight and it was nice to have a friend in the mix again. As many can vouch, I’m not the best solo traveler, so was lucky to have a pretty uneventful week on my lonesome. Garron’s one of my first friends from when I was first in South Africa years ago. We were meant to get up to altitude for the weekend since Garron was coming from Cape Town, but the weather was pouring buckets the next day, so we decided to go on a business excursion instead – sussing out the market for African hair extensions at the local shops (Garron started his own African hair business in CT about 10 years ago). Very fun to see how the market works, except Garron kept asking random strangers if he could photograph their heads for their hairdos and people thought we were totally weird white people. Never done that before. Anyway, the brothers Petersen, Ed and Nick, arrived the next evening. We took the gang out to my new local hang out, courtesy of Ake, and watched a random avent guard French play (spoken in French, of course) for about 10 minutes before resorting to card playing and imbibing the local brews – Safari, Tusker and Kilimanjaro – all yummy.
We all met the rest of the Kili contingent the next day at our new digs down the road amidst the coffee plantations – River Lodge. Right on the river with lovely grounds and rooms and an open-air dining room. Johann, the modern-day adventurer working for CC Africa, Rubin and Belinda fresh in from Sand Diego/Los Angeles and a Kiwi couple rounded out the group. Ake from Hoopoe briefed us at the Lodge and we tucked into our last (or so we thought) decent meal before setting out for the trek up the mountain. Since I had merely thrown anything remotely warm I had with me down here in a pack, I hoped that it would be enough as I quickly learned that those living in the States had been fully equipped by trips to REI – oh how I miss that store! I couldn’t even find anything fleece in SA in late spring!
The drive up to the base of the mountain to the Machame Gate the next morning was beautiful, through tiny little villages and past coffee plantations. It’s actually quite wet at that altitude and everything is green green. We were hiking the Machame Route – known as the most beautiful. As we tumbled out of the vehicles that took us to the jumping-off point, I realized that this was more than the ‘basic’ trek up Kili – we had about 50 porters for our small group, plus guides. The porters all rushed up to parcel out the luggage, tents, food and various other necessities. Flamingo, so called for his long and lanky build, gave me a grin as he scooped up my pack and stuffed it in his bag to go up. As the porters got a head start, we were delayed signing in, as we would have to do at each camp, and organizing. But finally, we started out and took the first step through the low rainforest that covered us the first day. Luckily, it wasn’t raining. The last two weeks’ treks had had constant rain from day one, and everyone I knew who when through the forest usually got poured on. That was the first day of some very good weather luck for us!
We hiked up through the forest on a very well-maintained trek, serenaded by the birds that stayed just out of our sights and the porters, who occasionally broke into spontaneous song. We paced slowly, getting the hang of the slow pace the head guide set and the constant demand of “maji, maji” for us to drink water. The hike up to 3,000 meters to camp was nice and pleasant, and the surroundings of the huge trees and flowers in the rainforest made for nice sights along the way. The pace and wide trail also gave us the opportunity to get to know each other better. The Kiwis started off the bonding by teaching the porters and guides the Haka, which they took to immediately and for the rest of the trek, all would spontaneously erupt into “Hukaka, hanana…”
We reached camp by the Machame Hut at 3000 meters around 4pm. As the first person stumbled in, the porters sprang into heated song and dance, and we thus found out the lovely greeting we would receive each night as we took that last step in. Amazingly, after running up the mountain ahead of us and setting up all the tents and starting supper, they looked more rested than us who had only to bear the weight of our daypack and slowly prod up the path. Camp had it all, a huge dining tent to have meals in all together, separate toilets so we could avoid the “long drops” (scary since you’re always worried YOU are going to take the long drop in), and all our sleeping bags and mats neatly laid out. Felt like a 5-star hotel, or at least the equivalent on the top of a mountain.
From Machame Hut we set out for Shira Camp early in the morning. We left the rainforest behind and traversed up to a more sparcely vegitated plateau. Lunchtime found us all enveloped in thick fog and the tents set up for lunch appeared suddenly in the swirling mists. It was quite surreal. The hot soup was a welcome balm for our chilly bodies.
24th October 2006 KILIMANJARO - SHIRA
Rising early you cross a valley and a stream and then climb up a steep ridge for 3-4 hours. The path then drops into the river gorge before you climb more gently onto the moorland of the Shira Plateau, one of the most fascinating areas of the Mountain. Overnight camping in mountain tents by the Shira Hut (3,840m). (Full board)
25th October 2006 KILIMANJARO - BARRANCO
Today you will walk for 5-6 hours, enjoying sightings of the typical Kilimanjaro mountain vegetation (Senecios, Lobelia, Helichrysum) and rewarding views of the spectacular Barranco Valley. Overnight camping in Mountain tents by the Barranco Hut (3,950m). (Full board)
26th October 2006 KILIMANJARO - KARANGA
From the Barranco Hut, you ascend up the Barranco wall and walk across scree and ridges to Karanga valley(4,100m) with breathtaking views of the West Breach and the southern glacier. Lunch is often taken here, depending upon progress. In the afternoon there is then the chance to head up Karanga Valley to aid acclimatisation, or simply relax in camp as required. Karanga Camp (full board).
27th October 2006 KILIMANJARO - BARAFU
About 2 hours from Karanga you will come out on the Barafu path (part of the Mweka Trail). It is a further 1-2 hours to Barafu Hut. The last stage to Barafu hut is quite steep, and as always we advise taking it as easy as possible. Being as relaxed as possible both mentally and physically is the best advice (physical relaxation is often as difficult as mental relaxation!). We often try to camp a little higher (around 4700 meters) when possible to make the morning ascent that little bit easier. In the evening you will be briefed for the final ascent, and preparing clothing and water before you rest for the night is a good idea to give you a good start in the morning. Overnight Barafu Camp (Full board).
28th October 2006 KILIMANJARO – SUMMIT - MWEKA
You rise early in the morning and begin your climb to the summit. You pass through the gap between the Ratzel and Rebmann glaciers and continue to Uhuru peak (5,896 m) where you can watch the sunrise from the rooftop of Africa! You then descend to Mweka Camp for your overnight stay in Mountain tents (3,100 m). (Full board)
29th October 2006 Kilimanjaro – Mweka - Arusha
Today you descend to the Mweka Gate and then continue by vehicle to the Rivertrees Lodge. It’s time to relax, take a hot shower or a swim in the pool before a final dinner with the other members of your group to celebrate the achievement of conquering Mount Kilimanjaro. Overnight Rivertrees Lodge. (Full board)
30th October 2006 Arusha
Johann Van Zyl will be transferred to Arusha Airport in time to connect with the 8.00 hrs Regional Air scheduled flight to Serengeti (booked direct) (breakfast only)
Belinda Smith and Ruben Spilken will be transferred to Kilimanjaro International Airport in time to connect with 21.45 hrs KLM flight (Breakfast only)
Ed & Nick Petersen and Jennifer Anderson & Reynolds Garron will be transferred to Kilimanjaro International Airport in time to connect with the 8.00 hrs TC7908 flight (booked directly) (breakfast only)